Death of Bugs

Friday, September 8th, 2006 10:49 am
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D’you know it’s not fair?

Here we are, in the Dog Days of summer and I am covered in insect bites and smeared with Anthisan to stop the itching. I have managed to get through the entire summer without the merest hint of an insect bite and now I seem to be the main course for at least one of the little blighters.

Somewhere in The Tower there is a mosquito (or similar) snuggled away in a dark corner, lying on its back clutching its belly and snoring contentedly. It must be the size of a small dog by now the amount of times it’s sunk its bloody fangs into me.

Well not for much longer, matey. Ho No.

On my way home tonight I am going to buy the biggest and most toxic can of Raid I can find, and I am going to empty it into the stairwell, bed and computer rooms. There will be no hiding from my vengeance.

It occurs to me that the damned insect must be wearing sneakers, because it must be too large to fly now, gorged as it is on my blood, yet I never hear it coming.

I must get a photo if at all possible…

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Date: 2006-09-08 10:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ellefurtle.livejournal.com
I seem to have gotten awy unscathed! And please don't Raid me! I may die too....

We could lie in wait with a pool of blood as bait and a great big fly swat!

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Date: 2006-09-08 10:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] snorkel-maiden.livejournal.com
Scratch them till they bleed, and then pick at the scabs.

That was the mantra for Peru, anyway. I once had 200 bites on each leg and nearly that many on each arm. Such fun!

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